On the whirling gigantic ferris wheel

In the milling, boisterous ,crowded fair

With friends, lovers, children and families

Riding in gaiety as they sit squealing

In fear and delight of adventure

And laughing to hide the rising wave of terror

Dawning in the pallor of scared faces

Their throats parched, licking dried lips

They hold tight at the rod in front

With clenched knuckles showing white

Balloons soaring up at whim in azure skies

Pass them on their ride as they ascend

As the wheel revolves

Coming down in an instant

And going up swiftly in another

Feeling the heart palpitate in the throat

And the pulse race fast in frenzy

Trying to touch the looming stars

And the sailing cotton puffs of clouds

Or reach up to the golden orb that dazzles

Somewhere a child laughs aloud in ecsatasy

Girls giggle in unison in the chaotic environs

The mike blares with old songs

Playing on a stuttering broken record

In these few hours of leisure

Rejuvenation of life occurs

And invigorated mortals resume routine life again

After this dash of thrill…